Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Swaziland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Mo-Dettes to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Echospace,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arthur Verocai,
Max Romeo,
T.S.O.L.,
The Martian,
The Standells,
Matthew Bourne,
FM Einheit,
Don Cherry,
Erykah Badu,
The Mojo Men,
Althea and Donna,
Sam Rivers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang of Four,
Thee Headcoats,
Mission of Burma,
R.M.O.,
One Last Wish,
Scion,
Bobby Womack,
Vladislav Delay,
Nas,
The Moleskins,
Unrelated Segments,
Gichy Dan,
Agent Orange,
Graham Central Station,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visage,
Panda Bear,
Marine Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bluetip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smiths,
Depeche Mode,
Talk Talk,
Subhumans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camouflage,
Barbara Tucker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lee Hazlewood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Moon,
The New Christs,
Joensuu 1685,
ABC,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Christie,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.